Walk | Talk | Think
The stubborn cat held the injured wolf's gaze as he let the silence drag on between them, and just faintly her brow furrowed. Had there been head trauma as well as all the scrapes and gashes that he had received? Was there a medical reason he was taking so long to answer? When he did, it seemed to be with enough intelligence to settle her worries, and Bella managed a lopsided smile. "Looks that way from here, too," she assured him, and made no attempt to keep their conversation going further. He looked like he could have used a good rest, and if it was possible for him to get one before Callisto came back and started poking and prodding at all of his injuries then it would likely do him some good. Maybe he would even sleep through the whole thing and not feel any pain.
Callisto made herself travel a short distance away from Jakart, just out of immediate earshot and out of sight, before she let herself stop. She sat and took a moment to breathe, closing her eyes and willing the strong emotional response she had over finding him to ease off and go away. Gods, what the hell was wrong with her? She was not the type to get worked up just because some wolf, someone who happened to be traveling with her, did something stupid and almost got himself killed. She lived alone, detached, beyond the reach of those sappy sentiments that chained individuals to each other. This is just a lapse, she scolded herself, drawing in a quick breath and releasing it in a stubborn sigh, as soon as he's fine again, it'll be gone. And she would keep him at a distance for a few days just to prove it.
Feeling a little more stable again, and certain that the tears were officially gone now, the black and grey healer rose quickly to her paws and set about searching in earnest for something to assist her in getting Jakart's injuries healed. Silver-blue eyes skimmed to the left and right as she trotted along, and with her nose poised above the ground her surroundings were inspected as she moved. It took a little traveling before she found something that would be helpful, spotting a marigold plant already in early bloom. Ears perked, Callisto strode directly to it and stopped to give it a closer inspection, deciding there were enough flowers to do the job. "It's a start," she muttered to herself, and quickly set about snapping stems from the plant.
Collecting the flowers into a tight bundle, she carefully gathered the handful of flowers between her teeth and returned to the side of the flood waters where she had left the grey wolf to wait. He had moved, though only a little, and Bella appeared to be keeping watch off to one side. She eyed the cat as she approached, perturbed by the look the feline shot her, but said nothing as she set down her bundle beside Jakart and once more looked over his wounds. "Found something to start healing those cuts," she informed him simply, fanning out the flowers on the ground with a paw.
"There's some moss over that way," the cat chimed in, gesturing with an upward tilt of her muzzle behind the wolf pair, "the water's settled into a small pond just around that bend, too." Callisto hesitated for a second, staring at the cat, before she turned and followed the direction she had been sent in, finding the moss much more quickly than she had the marigold. It grew in spongy clusters, quite a bit of it, and she was glad for the cat's assistance. Being careful to strip solid pieces of the plant, she gathered a few swathes of it and traveled the short distance around the bend in the newly formed river to find the pond Bella had mentioned. She eyed the water skeptically but in the end dipped the moss into it, deciding it looked clear enough for its purpose. She could really worry about it later once she got Jakart moving elsewhere.
With moss dripping from her jaws, she returned once more to Jakart's side, gingerly depositing the moss over the top of the bed of flowers she had made before leaving. Her eyes skimmed over his injuries again, double checking the wounds upon his side and cheek. Hopefully she had enough marigold to get his healing started. "This might sting," she warned flatly, and without offering him a moment to protest, she picked up the first piece of moss and began to softly clean at the open wound on his shoulder.
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